A Shattered Worldview

That heart-rending howl of agony yanked Qin Jishi's thoughts brutally back to reality.

His eyes flew wide as he stared ahead, his pupils contracting violently.

You!

No!

Beast!

The killing intent in Qin Jishi's eyes was so dense that if looks could kill, the Masked Man would have already been hacked into eight pieces.

That hysterical scream gradually weakened until, in the end, it fell silent.

Who could have imagined that a woman would be drained alive of every drop of blood in her body?

Squelch!

The Masked Man used his bloodstained sleeve to carelessly wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His other hand had pierced straight through the woman's chest.

The next second, a bloody heart appeared before Qin Jishi's eyes.

The woman was dead. Having lost all value to the Masked Man, she was casually tossed into a corner like garbage.

"Hehe!"

Seeing Qin Jishi's hostile gaze, the Masked Man bared his teeth in a smile.

"Qin Jishi, would you like a taste?" As he spoke, the Masked Man held the heart out before Qin Jishi. "It's delicious."

"Very fresh!"

"Very tender!"

"Very pure!"

The Masked Man was every inch a demon, and Qin Jishi felt sick.

A person like this—even if he were eaten alive, flesh and blood alike—could never erase the hatred others held for him.

Qin Jishi could imagine how many innocent people had died at his hands like this...

Creak!

Though the Masked Man gave him the feeling of an uncrossable heavenly chasm, Qin Jishi still showed no fear. His gaze remained fixed tightly on him.

"Hehe!"

"..."

Sensing Qin Jishi's gaze, the Masked Man could not help but laugh.

"Qin Jishi, I admire you very much. In a situation like this, facing me, you still show no fear. Not everyone